Ghosts Of The Past Quotes

“I am half inclined to think we are all ghosts…it is not only what we have inherited from our fathers and mothers that exists again in us, but all sorts of old dead ideas and all kinds of old dead beliefs and things of that kind. They are not actually alive in us; but there they are dormant all the same, and we can never be rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper and read it, I fancy I see ghosts creeping between the lines. There must be ghosts all over the world. They must be as countless as the grains of the sands, it seems to me. And we are so miserably afraid of the light, all of us.”
― Henrik Ibsen, Ghosts

“Nico di Angelo has warned them: the House of Hades would stir their worst memories, make them see things and hear things from the past Their ghosts would become restless.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“They sought me out, here I am. I don’t know how to let go of the dead.”
― Mariana Enríquez, Our Share of Night

“I took the chain between the tips of my fingers, lifted it to the light. Each delicate link sparkled in the sun. It would have been lovely on anyone's wrist. It would have been precious, with or without me. But it was everything I wanted, because I chose it to be mine.”
― Nina LaCour, Watch Over Me

“Like Clara's, Dawson's ghost was everywhere.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me

“I didn't know that I've completely left them all in the past. There's a part of me, wishing and hoping, that she would come back for me, and we would start a new life together, but she didn't.”
― Diyar Harraz, One Minute to Midnight

“Because most people live either in the past or in the future, it is not correct to say that the current world population is 7.6 billion! World is full of ghosts because if your mind is not in the present time, your turn into a ghost, you become just an image!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“We call them survivors, but once the vampires get you, the person you were dies, like any traumatized part of you never leaves that room, that car, that moment, and you walk forward a ghost of your former self. You rebuild yourself over the years, but the person you were isn’t the person you become. The great bad thing happens, and you become a ghost in your own life, and then you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don’t go away completely. They wait for you in low moments, and then they wail at you, shaking their chains in your face and trying to strangle you with them.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Affliction

“Chasing ghosts while pursued by daemons...”
― Gail Carriger, Blameless

“Nothing like being woken up after only a few hours of sleep by workmen wanting to come into your sanctuary to check water lines to put life into perspective. Wine glasses, dishes, yesterday’s ghosts, and a fucking mess everywhere. It’s not all about me, is it? Life moves around out there and sometimes it wants to come in and mess with me when all I want to do is turn over and hide. I am a fragile being, sometimes it takes almost nothing to knock me off my feet and make me tired of living. Sometimes I am so tired that everything is a gargantuan effort. But I'm strong, I always hang on and hold on. My emotions run from being elated and looking up to the sky and seeing all the infinite possibilities, to looking straight into the eyes of Hades. But you know me, I always come through with all my scars, all the love I carry in my heart, and my crooked tiara. Every single diamond in that tiara reflects all the light within me and within you. Indestructible”
― Riitta Klint

“What is the present if not the graveyard of the past where, for each of our deeds we dig a grave. Everything we do today will be buried there. The good deeds rest in peace, while the bad ones rise from the graves to haunt us.”
― Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Pomračenje

“We are ghosts of the people we used to be.
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― Sarah Phelps

“How can I go, meeting and exorcising my own ghosts here! I've made some new ones now.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“There were ghosts in the wind, whispers from the snow or the invisible meltwater flowing beneath.”
― Rich Shapero, The Hope We Seek

“The Atlantean Road by Stewart Stafford

A snake of stones
beneath the waters
Soldiers march
past spectral daughters

Phantom travellers
To work or home
Atlantean lives
replay in foam

The water drowned
out extinct times
Of joy and war
Of love and crime

The divers rapt
by sound immemorial
Echoes entombed
Sweet voices choral

The flame of Erasmus
and barking sounds
Of canine guards
and strangers found

The road roused
from silent sleep
To tell explorers
how ancients weep

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The most persistent hauntings are the ghosts of lost futures.”
― Naomi Alderman, The Future

“When autumn gusts blew in from the Rideau Lakes, parched brown leaves swirled and scattered around the sides of the neglected building, forming mounds like grave-markers, for ghosts of the past, who lingered on the dust-covered dance floor.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Connections - Memories Among the Maples

“Siamo noi che,
perduti in tempestose visioni,
conduciamo una vana lotta contro gli spettri,
e in una folle trance con il coltello dello spirito
colpiamo, invulnerabili, nulla.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais

“The seeds of evil blooms in the fields of negligence.”
― Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Pomračenje

“If you do not want to be forgotten as soon as you are dead...be read, or try coming back and pull the feet of those who are still alive instead!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot Love: When A Call From The Other Side Takes Its Own Side

“I cry as the laughter inside me drowns
and descends
into the water
with the ghosts of our union.”
― A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

“Art contained an undefined mystery that spoke to her soul.”
― Geraldine Solon, The Portrait

“All we can do is move forward, against all odds, into the uncertain future. The past is over, the doors are closed; there's nothing left back there but sentimental ghosts.”
― D Michael Hardy

“- “Do You know what ghosts are, Stuey? I’ll tell you. They’re secrets haunting the memories of the living. So long as we carry their secrets, they refuse to leave. They wait.” “Wait for what?” “To be forgotten. My father has been gone for sixty years, but” — he tapped the side of his head — “he’s still here. He never left.”
― Pete Hautman, Otherwood

“From sheer nervousness, or to linger for a moment, I'd urinate at the wayside; scanning the darkness before me, a cherry stump behind me, I'd piss a meticulous semicircle in the ashes at my feet. Crossing this line and looking back as I walked onward, I'd think I saw foggy vapors rise from the place I'd circled with my water, and those vapors took on almost human form, those figures' spectral silhouettes beckoned, and words came, barely audible: Don't forget us! -- They couldn't follow me; their souls were bound; I'd nailed them to the imaginary cross of a nonexistent cherry tree.”
― Wolfgang Hilbig, The Tidings of the Trees

“Christine had gone into the city archives, found them in an old City of Edmonton telephone book. Her family was in a book. Her family and herself were defined by a street, an avenue, and a phone number. This line of type will rearrange itself into a story of ghosts in that place. A story of her ghost. Christine thought of herself as a child, with no idea of the world but all the ideas of the world. Maybe this was her dream self. She wasn't sure anymore.”
― Wendy McGrath, Broke City

“Hush though, and listen. If you’re quiet, you can hear their whispers in the water calling to those left behind. Hush and you can hear them lurking, waiting for the day they can make their return.”
― LaTanya McQueen, When the Reckoning Comes

“The sudden quiet made Charlotte's bedroom feel as if it had been plunged underwater. Even the small glass ball ornaments she'd hung by fishing wire from the ceiling gave the impression of air bubbles floating to the water's surface. It was folklore Charlotte had grown up hearing, how these glass spheres called witch balls had been used for centuries to protect homes against ghosts and evil spirits. Her artistic mother used to replicate them out of grapevines, the only thing she had to work with. She would tell customers about their mystical properties at the roadside stand where the camp sold maple syrup and the meager amount of vegetables they managed to grow.
Charlotte now collected them, and the symbolism wasn't lost on her.
She was trying to protect herself from the ghosts of her past.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds: A Novel

“Me viene ahora el recuerdo de las noches en la calle de Aribau. Aquellas noches que corrían como un río negro, bajo los puentes de los días, y en las que los olores estancados despedían un vaho de fantasmas.”
― Carmen Laforet, Nada

“Mama always told me that secrets come out after sundown. She said that when the darkness of night crept into the corners of my room oily shadows would unfurl themselves from under my bed, while the crows sleeping in the tree outside my window would flutter to the pane’s sharp edge to tap at the cracks in the casement, and the monster in my closet would sigh, opening its eyes before it scratched at the closet door. I’d only have to be quiet and listen.”
― Aimee Hardy, Pocket Full of Teeth